A leak? “No need to fear when Saya’s here!” She offers a thumbs
up. At least, that’s what she would like to say. There’s nothing that
they can do about it. ( It’s not like they own the building or anything
and calling the landlord to fix it would take fifty years anyways. ) So,
she’ll skid across the room on her socks to her bedroom before
producing a bucket to put under the leak. It was really meant for the
beach, so she doubted it would hold it for long. And oh, she can
only hope that they do not have more of them in the apartment.
“Good to go!” A pause. “Do you think we could fix it with like? Gum?”
Ew, Hisaya. No. That is not how you patch up leaks. It doesn’t work
that way.
"Probably not," he says. He's looking up at the drip in slight fascination, to be honest. The water droplet gathers until it's big enough to be pulled down, and then splash into the bucket. A very small splash. He's not good at describing things, whatever. But not all of it drops down, some of it stays to gather more water, and the cycle repeats itself.
"I guess you have to actually fix the ceiling." He means you as a generalization, but it probably comes out sounding like Saya should do it. "Do you know anything about fixing ceilings?" Because he sure don't.